Ha-ha! The Wolf is Back!

Warning: Do NOT read this if you are very religious.

Only the Insane are Sane
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Malcolm X sits on God’s throne in heaven laughing
While all the angels in heaven are carrying AK-47s and getting ready
And the Devil (a white woman) is sitting by Malcolm X’s side
(She’s his bride)
Oh no! A rhyme! And that’s when the space aliens invade heaven with their magical penis machines
Meanwhile, General Butt Naked is preparing a cannibal feast for the Italian Mafia
(Which is vacationing in Disney World)
But first a word from our sponsor

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Another one of my poems on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6qMo5l62Wc&t=37s

No Exit
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The flute sings with all of the freight trains rolling & rolling across the North American continent
While the jazz band paints a canvas of abstract expressionism & fauvism making love
The saxophone plays summer crashing & crashing into fall
While the drums are tearing apart the world into endless war
And the bassoon is wandering through a barren landscape of tree stumps trying to find a forest
And then the trumpet begins crying

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Blood Splashing Over Midnight Sky
A concerto played by the AK-47 quartet in a drive-by
A poem by Wolf Larsen

You’re searching for your head in the Sahara Desert
While your headless body is swimming through the Milky Way Galaxy
And your eyeballs are revolving around & around each other
And the ocean is drowning the sky
While your millions of clones are walking on all the planets and reciting this poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Orgasms! Orgasms! Orgasms!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The winds are carrying away the old world
And the new poetry is jumping out of the sky
And everyone falls off the earth as they scream out the new poetry
And the booming-booming drums are an avalanche
Avalanches and tidal waves and wildfires storming across the landscape
Leaving a barren landscape to build a new orgasmic civilization

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me reciting more poetry on YouTube - poetry & more poetry - yippeeeeee!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC4fEKheSpQ&t=236s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Segregation City Blues
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A Jew strung up on a cross
Ain’t much different than a black man hanging from a tree
There is a bunch of Clu-Clux-Cockroaches with guns over there
And we need some allies
Estos Latinos, ellos pueden hacer nuestros aliados
I said, these Latinos can be our allies
I worked alongside of them, and they taught me their tongue
And the poor and working-class whites,
Stop telling them that they’re “privileged”
Many of them don’t even know where their next meal is coming from!
Brother & Sister, we need allies
And we need guns
‘Cause if those Clu-Clux-Cockroaches got guns
We need them too

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all for the reproduction of the above poem, whether such reproduction is in physical or electronic form, as long as the author is given credit, and the purpose of such reproduction is not hostile.

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Quiet After the Orgasm of World War III
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I turned into a bird and flew off into a paradise of colors
And a waterfall of fauvism was splashing its orgasm all over the earth
While billions of Charles Manson clones were making love to all the women of the earth
And the President of the United States was conducting World War III with his big baton/penis
And then the quiet came…

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

There is a bunch of Clu-Clux-Cockroaches with guns over there - reminds me of Loud Reed's "For What It’s Worth" - 'There's a man with a gun over there'

So true! Things are getting pretty... is scary the word?
I think sometimes I have to get out of my ivory tower of Surrealism, or whatever it is I write, and write about something real for a change.
Here's a poem that's kind of real:

The World is Not OK
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I write my poetry with mushroom clouds
That are waiting for us just around the corner
And I wipe my *** with the speeches of capitalist politicians
I dance with the ever-increasing multitudes of homeless down falling-rising-streets overflowing with poverty
I embrace my own poverty & misery with a fake smile
That I throw at you when I tell you everything’s okay

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Drinking an Atomic Reaction
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The planet blew up and its vowels & consonants flew everywhere
Then the last poem ever written by man exploded out of your penis
And painted all your lusty verbs & adverbs & adjectives all over the black night
And now you’re driving down a road through thousands of vaginas
And you’re swimming inside the vagina of Mary of Bethlehem
And when you reach the smiling face of her sun
The sky begins to grow & grooooow

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me reading another spontaneous poem on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xbte86IIrgE&t=47s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Christians Nailing a Jewish Carpenter to the Cross
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Thousands of sunflowers, be groooowing ooout of my head
I said that, thousands of sunflowers are grooowing ooout of my head
Those sunflowers be grooowing, all the waaay to the staaaars!
Sometimes I be, fuuuucking my right haaand!
I said that, sometimes I be ****ing my right hand, all the waaay to Timbuktuuuu!
Right hand, I sure do, loooove yoooou!
Right hand, I love you like the Christians love the great buttocks of God!
My ancestor was a, Jewish carpenter in the Old World
Those Christians in the Old World, practically nailed that Jewish carpenter to the cross
So he crossed the ocean
No, he didn’t walk over the ocean to get here
He had to work seven looong years, to pay the passaaaage
Just To get away from, them Goddaaamn Christiaaaans
Just one problem thooough,
Those Christians are here toooooo!
And whether they’re PC liberals, or born-again conservatives
Some of these Christians sure give me the bluuuuues...

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Musical Composition for a Transient Sculpture
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The symphony is playing the sculpture that’s moving round-&-round the universe
While everyone’s brains are flowing out of the kitchen faucet
And everyone’s brains are flowing across the musical landscape
While everyone plays the music with their sexual genitalia
And then the human race comes crashing down

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Goodbye, California!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

As the world flies over the sky
And as the wildfires fly out of this poetry
The poem crashes through the world with endless destruction
All the flames are endless phrases of poetry burning down the world
Thousands of poems all jump out of each other
And dance & laugh through the flames

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sbEJztXr1Ek&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Keyboards Goin’ West, While the Drums are Headed to Mars, and the Sax is Playing the French Revolution
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I want to stab my music into the planet Earth!
I want gargoyles throughout the universe constantly reciting my poetry night & day!
I ripped my claw through the oceans and murdered everything
I decapitated all the fish of the oceans
While they screamed their poetry & prose at me
I drank enough poetry & prose that even the alcoholics ran away in terror
And I will be your guillotine operator today
Please lay below the blade
Thank you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

I recite LOTS of poetry on my YouTube channel:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C8s4lhkkOa4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Fall is Cumming!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Poetry was flying all around me as I walked down the street
The air was itchy with hyperactive words screaming to be written
But I was suddenly kidnapped by a huge pink vagina
And the Roman Army marching out of her huge pink vagina began dancing in the streets to house music
So everybody retreated and jumped into a painting for safety
And we’ve been swimming around inside this Jackson Pollock painting ever since

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Burning Down A Planet
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I **** beautiful neo-classical sculptures all over the Italian countryside
While God urinates the blue sky all over America
But God gets VD and wildfires jump out of God’s penis
And now the third testicle from the sun is on fire
While the birds are happily singing, “The World’s on Fire! The World’s on Fire!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Poem Written with the Reader’s Blood
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I let the poem fly
The poem jumps out in front of the reader
And while the poem repeatedly stabs the reader
The reader says: “Thank you! Thank you for stabbing me!”
And then a bunch of artists jump out of my testicles
And paint this poem with the reader’s blood

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen does poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giZ34mqZJGE&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

2 Cats & A Meat Grinder in a Studio Apartment
A poem by Wolf Larsen

My refrigerator is empty, and so is my wallet & my bank account
I lost my job in March
And now it’s September
The unemployment benefits have been cut
But I’ve got 2 cats & a meat grinder
Here kitties! Here kitties!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Two poems today!

Soon
“Booooooong! Booooooong! Booooooong!” goes the church bells
At the funeral of the human race

The World Crashing into God’s Brains
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The images crash upon the shore of the poem
And the dead people fall out of the sky
And now billions of dead people are growing out of the ground all around me
And I pull out my penis
And my horn starts playing bebop schizophrenia touching the skies of a thousand planets
And now God’s brains are on fire

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Doin’ a Drive-By While Listenin’ to Opera
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A giant mushroom cloud rises out of the poem
And then a minnow swallows the universe
And then Charles Manson jumps out of your penis and says, “Hi!”
So you start beating Charles Manson upside the head with a flock of Canadian geese
And then everyone on television & radio start screaming the seven forbidden words over and over again
As you float off towards the planet of Pluto and fall asleep

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Wolf Larsen doing more poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V3woJcDQaJs&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

6 Pack, Studio Apartment, Saturday Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was urinating thousands of human languages all over my true love
She was smiling up at me like an invading space alien civilization
I introduced her to Fernand Leger, Francisco Tarrega, & Henry Moore
And the 3 of them made love to her in a porno flick entitled: “Make Immaculate Conception to Me!”
And she got pregnant
She got pregnant with Dada collages growing in her tummy like delicious fruit
She now works in a whorehouse called Capitol Hill as an erotic dancer
She dances between World War III & the coronavirus
I love her like the forests love forest fires

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Me doin' poetry poetry & more poetry on YouTube:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LE3MQqIkhA4&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Bugs Are Flying All Over My Thoughts
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the bugs jump out of the universe
And now all the bugs are flying through space alien brains the size of solar systems
And while the Marquis de Sade whips & whips everybody in the orgies on Mars
Huge Sex Temples are built on the 7 continents
Share an orgasm with a stranger, anybody?

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Wiping Myself With A Red White & Blue Cum Rag
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So at the bipartisan orgy of immaculate conception in Washington DC
Prostitutes (oops! politicians!) were selling their booties for bribes (oops! campaign contributions!)
And President Rump was snorting 200 countries and 300 million Americans up his nose
While the First Lady was doin’ a pole dance for Jesus & the disciples
And Dixiecrat Joe was in a white sheet night riding through AmeriKKKa on his lynching campaign (oops! election campaign!)
And Karen Harris was the Prosecutor-in-Chief throwing 300 million Americans into a Gulag called the USA
And then Mike Pence pushed the atomic button (because God told him to)

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen
Advance permission is given to all to reproduce the above poem in any form, whether in electronic or physical form, as long as the poem is not edited, credit is given to its author, and the purpose of such publication is not hostile.

A Masturbatory Collage of Music & Painting
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Silence crashes out of our ears
A huge collage jumps out of your head every second
The piano notes fly across the planet before they drift out into outer space
The violins fly in all directions across the universe
The drums and the painting fight each other
A waterfall of everything falls all over you
So you line John Cage against the wall
And you shoot him

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NdQu0vE28Pk&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Blue Sky Juice
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I bang & bang words into the poem with a hammer
And then I cut the Chicago Skyline in half with a saw
And then people - endless hordes of people - begin oozing out of the words
And then I throw all the hordes of people into a musical collage that’s flying all over the place
Then God walks up and offers to suck my big Irish Dick for some crack
So me & God start smoking a bowl together
While the traffic & buildings & people all crash & bang & fly all around us

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

A Symphony of Crickets
A poem by Wolf Larsen

All the planets of the universe are on fire
And huge storms throughout the galaxy are throwing planets this-way-&-that
Even the black sky above is filled with flames
And the people & space aliens jump on top of giant birds and fly away
To different universes where the galaxies welcome us with open legs
And that’s when a cricket ate the planet Earth

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Drums & Whispers & Colors
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So thousands of space aliens invade your brains
And red jumps out of the painting and covers you with blood
And all the skyscrapers in your testicles jump out of your penis and fill the sky
While giant construction projects crash out of your brains
And now endless paintings are jumping out of your mouth
As you whisper to all the cockroaches crawling out of everybody’s ears

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNcgsZO9Xmc&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Glory Hallelujah to My Balls!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I was eating all the cannibals out of your brains
And my tongue stretched all the way from Chicago to New York City and up the Statue of Liberty’s vagina
And then the Statue of Liberty farted the entire United States Air Force out of her butt
And now military airplanes are crashing into Wasilla Kadinski’s paintings & Igor Stravinsky’s symphonies
So President Rump pulls out his 2 inch penis and ejaculates nuclear missiles into the faces of all the space aliens
And then all the Christians of America sing together: “Ameeeeeeeeeeeen!!”

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qu9PO_5At4s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Butt ****ing Joy to Everybody!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

So I’m ****ing the poem up your ***
While all the angels in heaven are ejaculating poetry all over the human race below
And the Chicago White Sox hit a homerun that flies over the Sears Tower and smashes Chicago’s North Side into pieces
So now a raving homeless Shakespeare is screaming butt-****ing joy to the sky as he walks amongst the rubble of Chicago’s North Side
Then Wolf Larsen runs into Shakespeare and Wolf stabs Shakespeare to death
As all the fireflies sing with joy

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Delicious Barbecued Ants (Crunchy!)
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A hundred motorcycles zooooooom up your fallopian tubes and get you pregnant
And now the Milky Way Galaxy is swirling around your rising-big-tummy
Then Uncle Sam jumps out of your vagina and says: “How do you do?”
So you jump on a tornado and you ride away

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Symphony of Thousands of Colors
A poem by Wolf Larsen
for Luca Francesconi

The symphony flies around the universe
The universe bashes out of the painting
The painting jumps out of our penises
Fauvist colors splashing out of billions of vaginas in the greatest simultaneous female orgasm ever!
Fauvist colors jumping & splashing all over the black night sky
And then the poem flies off to the future

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Check out me Wolf Larsen reciting poetry on YouTube ha ha ha ha:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nDqqFuE5xaM&t=5s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

A Swinging Wrecking Ball Smashing Capitalism to Pieces!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Empty stomachs are howling with rage
While the Republicrat rabid dog debates the Dixiecrat sleazy snake
To see who will win the atomic button to kaboom-kaboom-kaboooooooooom the world!
Until then, the rich pay us in peanuts while they hoard mountains of gold!
And conservative politics is nothing more than a mountain of diarrhea as high as Mount Everest
And liberal politics is much the same, only sprinkled with the extra flavor of hypocrisy
A world of hungry wretches dreams of our only true savior: the guillotine

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Advance permission is given to all to reproduce the above poem, whether in physical, electronic, or Internet form, as long as the poem is not edited, the author is given credit, and the intent of such publication is not hostile.

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Basketball Game of Giants
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A giant grabs the planet Earth and uses the planet Earth as a bouncing basketball as he runs across the floor of the universe
And then the giant’s head explodes and millions of solar systems fly out of his head
Meanwhile, Alice-in-Wonderland is riding a huge flying spermatozoa all the way to the giant floating testicle of Jupiter
And millions of phrases of poetry are growing out of the ground all around you

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

Penis Orchestral Music for the Right Hand
for Iannis Xenakis

The music creates hallways of insanity
The hallways of insanity crash into your brains
And now your brains are rearranging and rearranging into a collage of 6 billion voices
6 billion voices that become a chorus of colors
That drip down & doooown out of the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

A Smile & a “Hi!” & a Phone Number & a Date that Leads to the Bedroom
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Each phrase of poetry is a different beautiful insanity
Each phrase of poetry dances around you & me as we make immaculate conception together
I ejaculate tidal waves of poetry into you
And thousands of images drip out of your pussy and all over the world
And then nearly 200 sunrises & sunsets grow inside your swelling tummy
Until you give birth to the most beautiful memory of me

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Burp!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A wrecking ball smashes the poem to pieces
And the words go flying off into thousands of imaginations
Where the words grow like exotic weeds across the landscapes of everybody’s brains
And the words grow into phrases of poetry that grow out of our heads
And the phrases of poetry grow out of our heads into all the galaxies of the universe
And then all the galaxies of the universe are swallowed by a cartoon character
Burp!

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1-rRe8b3PU&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

A String Quartet of Voices in Your Head
A poem by Wolf Larsen

A statue in the park pulls out his humongous penis
And with his humongous penis the statue begins conducting a symphony of thousands of human languages
Flying all around the universe in your brains
As endless eyeballs jump out of the sky
While Wolf Larsen stabs Salvador Dali to death under a full moon

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Detroit is Growing Out of Your Face
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I float the poem off the world
Then the poem slashes & cuts through thousands of solar systems
Until all the solar systems fall into your pan
And you add the seasoning of the cut-up pieces of Salvador Dali’s body
Now you have a delicious plate of surrealism
And the 50 mouths of your face devour & devour the surrealism
Until thousands of kangaroos jump out of the end of the poem

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

I Ejaculate My Poetry All Over The Universe
A poem by Wolf Larsen

The poem splashes out in all directions across the universe
And the seeds of the poem become planets
And out of the planets grow endless phrases of poetry
And out of all the phrases of poetry grow human heads
And as all the human heads throughout the universe sing opera together
Endless moons revolve & revolve around all the human heads
Until all the endless suns of the universe explooooooode

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity, or if you are very religious.

Immaculate Conception! Immaculate Conception! Immaculate Conception!
A poem by Wolf Larsen

I’m grabbing skyscrapers and ****ing all the space aliens up the ***
And I’m making immaculate conception with all the humans & animals & trees & inanimate objects on the planet Earth
And now everyone & everything is pregnant with my poetry!
And everyone & everything explodes with the luscious colors of my poetry
And then as everything around you drips with the luscious colors of Wolf’s poetry
You suddenly disappear into outer space

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen

Watch Wolf perform his poetry:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Soq2TPUV9Sc&t=93s&ab_channel=WolfLarsen

Warning: Do NOT read this if you have a problem with obscenity.

The Art Museum at Night
A poem by Wolf Larsen

Vincent van Gogh jumps out of his self-portrait
And Vincent unzips his pants and sticks his Empire State building into the mouth of Edward Munch's “Scream”
Then Frida Kahlo falls from the plumbing in the sky
And Frida Kahlo lands on Vincent van Gogh’s face
So now Vincent van Gogh is eating out the Milky Way Galaxy swirling between Frida Kahlo’s legs
Meanwhile, Leonard Bernstein arrives
And Bernstein conducts the menage-a-trois of Edward Munch’s “Scream” & Vincent van Gogh & Frida Kahlo
Until they have a great big orgasm of modern art that’s splashing all over the museum

Copyright 2020 by Wolf Larsen